No matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love.— Gregory David Roberts, author of Shantaram, a novel.

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Death Trippin’

Late last night I scored a bag of dopeWhen my spirit is low it gives me hopeI emptied it into my faithful spoonBut it sparkled like the stars in the evening’s noonI thought for a minute that I was beatShot it anyway and leaped to my feetMy heart was racing, couldn’t catch my breathIt wasn’t smack; it was crystal methI’m not complainin’, don’t get me wrongJust rushin’ like a jet stream, comin’ on strong.

Nothing like the glass to straighten your hairAnd give your eyes that demonic stareJust then this chump knocked at my doorI let him in; he was lookin’ to scoreSo I turned him on to a cotton shotHe started sweatin’, a heavyweight he’s notHe said, “What the fuck man, this ain’t junk”

I said, “you’re right dude, but it ain’t bunkThat’s crystal meth that you just did”He was runnin’ around, just flippin’ his lidI guess he’d never done any real speedI thought it was righteous and he agreed

We hit the streets and started to stalkFlyin’ high on this eternal walkEverything was closed; the streets were deadBut the electrons were dancing; in my head

Two days later I came back downAfter raging around that goddamn townNow I was lookin’ in earnest for some smackMy mind was blown; I couldn’t get backThen I saw my connection walkin’ down the streetHe was just the one I was lookin’ to meetHanded me the bag; said it was real fine shit

I cooked it up and then did my hitIt came on slow but I reached the heightHey, who the fuck turned out the lightI’m sinkin’ fast; am I gonna die

Who gives a shit; I’m gettin’ highSome people think I’m on a real death tripWell, I am tryin’ to give this world the slipYou think I’m wrong; do you have the cureThat’ll fix this pain in my heart for sure

One thing I know, Heroin’s the bestFor nullifying the hurt that’s in my chestAnd if one day I find death’s sweet sleepJust dig a hole and bury me deepAnd if you’d like to join me in my tombYou bring the junk, I’ll make some room.